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The two mercenaries were clearly dissatisfied with Jonas's response, their faces betraying their displeasure. The lead mercenary furrowed his brow and insisted, "Captain, you know we came here to carry out a mission, but this has already exceeded our expectations. Our equipment is not suited for this situation, and if we keep going like this, who knows what we might encounter?"
The other mercenary nodded in agreement, anxiety evident in his tone. "We are not prepared to deal with so many uncertainties. This damned darkness feels like it's going to swallow us whole. Continuing under these circumstances is far too dangerous!"
Jonas took a deep breath, trying to suppress the unease within him. He understood their concerns, but there were no better options at the moment. Before he could respond, Isabella impatiently interjected, her voice cold and firm. "Haven't you already been paid? Since you've been paid, stop haggling here! We're here to complete a mission, not to let you back out at any moment."
Her words struck like a sharp knife, piercing the mercenaries' pride. Both men looked embarrassed but still retorted with some dissatisfaction. "Money isn't the issue; we're also considering safety. If this continues, we all might find ourselves in an inescapable situation!"
The argument echoed through the dark cave, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. Raymond stood aside, his brow furrowed as he attempted to mediate the dispute. "Everyone calm down! The most important thing right now is to stay united; we can't push ourselves into greater danger over a minor disagreement."
However, his words did not immediately quell the argument; the mercenaries remained doubtful, and Isabella's stance grew even more resolute. Just then, a sharp and piercing scream suddenly echoed from the depths of the darkness, filled with fear and despair—a cold needle that stabbed into everyone's hearts.
"Ah—!"
The scream pierced through the cave's darkness, freezing everyone in place. They were all too familiar with that voice—it was Mocus! Jonas's heart jolted as he instinctively raised his flashlight, directing its beam toward the source of the sound.
"Mocus!" Jonas shouted, his voice tinged with fear and urgency. He quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to catch a glimpse of Mocus in the darkness. But after that scream, silence enveloped them once more as if nothing had happened.
Isabella's face turned pale as she gripped her flashlight tightly, her voice trembling slightly. "That was Mocus; he's in trouble!"
Raymond's expression darkened as well. He swiftly turned to the mercenaries and commanded, "Forget what was just said; put it aside! We need to find Mocus—let's move immediately!"
The mercenaries' faces grew serious as they quickly set aside their earlier argument and prepared to advance once more. The earlier scream had suppressed all doubts and discontent, replaced by a heightened awareness of their fear of the unknown. The team moved forward tensely again, as if something even more terrifying awaited them in the darkness.
Several people moved quickly, their footsteps echoing in the cave, each step filled with anxiety and fear. Jonas led the way, the beam of his flashlight sweeping back and forth in the darkness as his voice reverberated through the narrow passage, "Mocus! Mocus! Can you hear me?"
They quickened their pace, trying to catch up with Mocus, but the further they went, the more bizarre the surroundings became. Stone pillars suddenly appeared on either side of the path, each adorned with empty bowls containing a black, unidentifiable substance. Under the flashlight's light, these materials glimmered faintly, resembling some strange liquid or semi-solid pus, emitting an indescribable stench of decay.
"What the hell is this?" Raymond muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with disgust and wariness, yet he remained alert, following Jonas forward.
Even more chilling were the sights on the walls. As their beams swept across the cave's surface, they noticed something slowly crawling along it—black shadows that seemed like some kind of creature writhing in the crevices of the stone wall. Occasionally, they could hear a rustling sound, as if countless legs were scuttling over the rock.
"What the hell... where exactly are we?" one of the mercenaries whispered, his tone betraying an unmistakable fear. They felt a chill from these eerie sights but had no choice but to press on.
"Hurry! We can't leave Mocus alone here!" Jonas urged anxiously, a hint of unease in his voice. He had a nagging feeling that Mocus might be facing unimaginable danger, and all these strange occurrences only heightened his concern.
Isabella followed behind them, her heart racing and a flicker of panic in her eyes. She kept glancing around, silently repeating to herself that nothing would go wrong, but that invisible pressure and fear clutched at her heart like a cold hand.
"Mocus! Answer me! Where are you?" Jonas's voice grew louder, his anxiety palpable. But no matter how much they shouted, there was still no response. The darkness of the cave loomed like an endless abyss, swallowing their voices whole, leaving only their hurried breaths and footsteps echoing around them.
They felt the surrounding darkness closing in more tightly, an increasing sense of oppression; every shadow seemed to conceal some unknown horror. Nevertheless, Jonas knew they couldn't stop. Mocus's screams still echoed in his ears, reminding them not to give up.
Tension mounted as they advanced through the cave; Jonas's flashlight beam flickered in search of Mocus's trace. Suddenly, Jonas's gaze froze as he spotted what appeared to be a vague figure standing ahead in the darkness, facing away from them.
The figure stood silently in the shadows, its form slightly trembling as if hidden within endless gloom. Jonas's heart raced; he quickly raised his hand to signal everyone to stop immediately.
Everyone held their breath, nervously staring at the figure while gripping their weapons tightly, ready to respond to any potential threat. In the darkness, the flashlight's beam weakly illuminated the figure but still failed to reveal its face.
"Is that you, Mocus?" Jonas called out tentatively, his voice echoing through the cave, carrying an unsettling resonance. The figure remained motionless, still facing away from them, offering no response. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, leaving only the sound of their breaths and heartbeats in the darkness.
A sense of foreboding began to rise within Jonas as the figure's silence filled him with confusion and fear. He raised his voice again, asking loudly, "Mocus! Are you okay?"
But the figure continued to remain unresponsive, still turned away from them as if trapped in some unspoken state of stillness.
Isabella gripped the flashlight tightly, its beam shaking as her palms grew clammy with sweat. She sensed the air around them growing heavier, a feeling of oppression settling in. Raymond and the mercenaries held their breath, weapons at the ready for any sudden movement, yet they understood that in this darkness, they might be facing something beyond mere humanity.
Jonas wrestled with himself, uncertain whether to approach the figure ahead. The eerie silence instilled a deep fear within him, but he couldn't act recklessly—what if it truly was Mocus? He shouted once more, "Mocus! Answer me!"
This time, his voice lingered in the darkness for what felt like an eternity before it ultimately sank into the vast expanse of silence.
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